So Zack decided to go ahead and fall in love with a vegetarian. He’s been very flexible and understanding of my dietary restrictions, and generally will just eat meatless dishes with me, or cook a filet of some kind on the side*. However, this normally means one of three entrees: pasta, veggie burgers, or pizza. I’m not exactly a picky eater, but I’m a very particular** one, and I have to be in the mood to eat what I’m eating. To change things up (slightly) this weekend, we decided to cook our two dinners at the apartment and see what we could do. We still involved pasta, but in a re-imagined way so I’m counting it.
*This is pretty rare. Only a handful of times do I make a little chicken or fish to go with what we’re making for dinner.
**She’s especially picky/particular for a vegetarian. She doesn’t like avocado, mushrooms or spinach, aka the building blocks of a vegetarian’s alternative meals.
This picture from the set of “Anchorman 2″ gets me all kinds of excited*. The cast list on IMDB has everyone from Jim Carrey to Harrison Ford and Sasha Baron Cohen, and now Kanye? This week’s collection is just as all over the place. We’ve got Ryan Gosling refusing cereal, a stubborn kid with a seatbelt, a puppy failing at catch and a great DFA doc. Oh, and in case you were living under a rock, the “Space Oddity” from outer space** was amazing.
*I have never been the biggest “Anchorman” fan but this photo is killer.
**Best. Astronaut. EVER. He’s now my no. 2 fantasy uncle, with Tom Hanks still coming it at no. 1. Continue reading
“Enough of this, let’s go to the zoo,” Caitlin exclaimed after a frustrating couple rounds of go-karting. If there’s one thing Caitlin and Brittany unabashedly love, it’s animals, so even though Austin isn’t famous for its zoo, we figured we had to go check out the Austin Zoo & Animal Sanctuary. This isn’t the fanciest zoo, but the four of us loved that it’s a rescue zoo*, since we all got our dogs from a shelter. It was sad to see so many animals with a missing leg or some deformity**, but comforting to know they’d gotten a better home and they were awfully cute. Just look at those doe eyes.
*It makes it much more palatable that these animals aren’t simply there for our amusement or enjoyment, but they were actually rescued from being kept as pets (!!!) and brought somewhere where they could be properly cared for.
**Or even just really, really tired and seemingly depressed animals. It’s not an easy thing to see, and you could tell these babies were hot in the Texas sun. But Brit made the good point that, at least for the big cats, they were from Africa which is a much hotter place. Continue reading
Did you notice something besides the awesome beard? Wait for it … Yeah, that’s two people. There’s a couple more of these in the set. It’s funny, high school friends like to say Caitlin’s my beard. I’m just kidding. I didn’t have friends in high school*. Anyway, here’s a bunch of gifs and videos of the Bulls, because other than our vacation and writing about our vacation, that’s what I know I’ve been thinking about**.
*Ba-da-tschhhh! (Me either.)
**Me too, for the most part. Continue reading
Our final full day of the trip was thankfully the most relaxing of the three. We woke up in Glendale at Andy’s apartment, showered, ate some fresh fruit, cornbread and chocolate croissants that he’d graciously purchased for us and got on the road by 10:30 and headed toward San Diego. It was an easy two hour drive in Big Sir on the 101 and we got to my Aunt Tabby and Uncle AJ’s place in time to park, grab some water and start our walk into Petco stadium for Caitlin’s first ever baseball game*.
*Yep, you read that right. I’m sorry, Texas. I have disappointed you. Continue reading
It was a little after 1 am early Saturday morning when we made the executive decision to change the alarm from 7 to 7:45 am. We’d just closed our window, deciding we’d rather be hot with no air conditioning than have the loud San Francisco drunk chatter float up to our sixth floor dinky hotel room. With a 10 hour drive ahead of us and 7 p.m. happy hour plans in L.A., we didn’t have the luxury of sleeping in, but we needed those 45 minutes. As I said to end the day one post, it was the breaking point of the trip as we lay there trying to get some much needed sleep. Somehow, we woke up feeling like a million bucks* and showered, checked out, paid our $25 hotel parking fee and made it to brunch by 8:30 a.m. It was a miracle, and the beginning of an unforgettable day.
*I’m not sure if I’d go quite that far, but we were definitely in far higher spirits than expected. I actually woke up at 7AM anyway, before the alarm, and hopped in the shower to keep us on schedule.
One day we’ll actually plan a relaxing vacation. This was not that vacation*, but we wouldn’t have changed a thing. We packed in four cities, and the drive of a lifetime, to see as many friends and family as possible in a long weekend we’re calling our favorite vacation together to date. We’ll break the trip down a day at a time, starting with Friday’s exhausting kick-off. 6 a.m. flights are never fun, but when your 12:30-4:45 am sleep plan turns into an accidental all-nighter it’s an especially rough start to a relaxing vacation**. We dragged our tired selves to the airport, made the most of two delays, and got to San Jose before 2 p.m. local time. We had reserved a luxury car from Alamo, but when we got to pick it out, the weekend took a turn for the awesome.
*We were well-intentioned about it, hoping that by removing any music festival activities from our weekend, it would somehow automatically be far more easy-going. Apparently traveling every single day of the vacation didn’t quiiiite do the trick.
**Poor Zack. This was his plight; I was happily in dreamland when he got home from work past midnight. Continue reading
Don’t worry about the needle. It’s not for us. This is part of Prince’s rider, which includes “Coffee and tea setup, including honey, lemon, sugar, cream, fresh ginger root. Physician will be used to administer a B-12 injection.” So THAT’S how Prince can play until 3:30 am. This is part of an awesome series by Henry Hargreaves. They’re all hilarious, and more or less what you’d expect. Britney Spears – no class. Frank Sinatra – all class*. Van Halen – freaky**. None of them matched what my rider would be, but I know me and Caitlin would have fun making one***. In addition to our dream riders, we’ll get into little kids rocking out, dogs doing awesome tricks and Daft Punk’s pizza boy in this week’s Rag & Bone.
*Debatable. Highly, highly debatable. Frank is spinning in his grave at this footnote.
**I liked the guy in the comments defending the “no brown M&Ms” thing as a decoy to see if venues were actually paying attention to the rider so the band would know if they could trust the sound set-up or not. I hope that’s true and they aren’t just big ol’ d-bags.
***Mine would look something like the New Kids On the Block rider combined with the Marilyn Manson rider. I’d have nigiri sushi, red bull, a bowl of fresh berries and a shrimp cocktail. Continue reading
When we last left Celine and Jesse at the end of “Before Sunrise,” they were having a passionate goodbye at the train station with a promise to meet up in six months. “Before Sunset” picks up nine years later* as Jesse, with new wrinkles on his face, is doing a book reading in Paris. As he’s finishing up answering questions about whether his novel about an American who falls in love with a French woman over the course of one magical night is true, the French woman (whom we know it’s about) waltzes into the book shop. Jesse’s rattled by seeing her, but can’t wait to talk to her. His book tour handlers tell him he has some time until he has to go to the airport and off Jesse and Celine go again.
*I was very, very saddened by this. I thought for sure the couple would meet at the train station in 6 months. Little did I know… Continue reading
Caitlin and I are the kinds of people who have both admitted to each other that it’s crossed our minds how we’d split our records up, if we ever broke up. We didn’t worry about who would take care of Scooby or who would get the apartment or any of the terrible things we hopefully will never have to think about*. No, no. Our minds went to our precious records. So when Record Store Day comes along in April and our all-time favorite artists are putting out super-exclusive vinyl, we get pretty worked up about it. And with my ultimate man crush, Jack White, as the official ambassador, things really got kicked up a notch.
*I’ve totally thought about Scooby before, and I’m sure Zack has, too. But like the man said, we’re placing our bets on, “This won’t ever really be an issue.” Continue reading